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lirik lagu saucemane - eyes closed

hook~

even with my eyes closed
i see the money coming

never been up on a boat
but all this drip on me from london

i’m gone need some extra hands
mine get tired of all this thumbing

i’m outside collecting bands
you inside ain’t doing nothing

why you capping from the back my n~gga we know you fronting

im the type to sell the sh~t right back my n~gga if i bought it from ya

pimp n~gga
selling pics of yo b~tch ass and titties

puffy pockets in my city
saucemane new p diddy

verse~

all gold on my body yea
they know who i be

s a u c e

or k i n g

might get the n~gga that wet you up to read yo eulogy

everybody shooters but who dying that’s confusing mе

i don’t cap in raps
i bet a stack yo favorite rapper will
madе a buisness off my name
my n~gga you know you need yo deal
n~ggas pullin up with fake funds
talking bout keep it real
shoot a n~gga he try to take this rollie
i got time to k!ll

somewhere on kent st
im in the trenches
counting a richie mill
if a n~gga diss me
then his left wrist be a richard steal
clutching on that pole
i got a load when i’m behind the wheel
i ain’t had a cold in f~ckin years
but i’m still popping seals